As the story has it, I woke up and found myself on the very opposite side of the globe – the flipside. I arrived February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d simply do a year, then leave. Years later and I’m still here. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company, Flipside Fitness, and CEO of my own boxing club, Korea's largest -- Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing.

After 11.5yrs in Korea, I picked up one day and left. I returned to Toronto, Canada but only to pack up my bags and venture out again. Now I'm living in Makati, Philippines. Life for me is better in Asia and I'm so happy here. This isn't a new chapter in the book of my life though, it's a whole new book I've started!!! I'm a whole new woman. I left Korea with Flipside Fitness on my brain, Hulk's in my heart, boxing in my bag, and my four-legged friend Balboa Button by my side.

Life is an adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Making a Bloody Scene... Thursday, February 16

The lady nudged me on the subway and whispered, "I think you dropped something."

Yes, I had indeed dropped something, somethings actually -- drops of blood.  And with no tissue you in hand and nothing but my own hand and the sleeve of my jacket, I really didn't have anything to stop it, so I pinched my nose and leaned my head forward.  The blood dripped down my hand and down my arm, into the sleeve of my sweater.

"Way to keep it classy", I thought to myself.

This wouldn't be the first nose bleed I'd have, nope.  I had another one too, while waiting in line at a coffee shop.  I had sparring today but that wasn't the cause of my bloody nose, the dry winter weather was.

I've been selling a lot of things on Kijiji not just my stuff but other things for friends and today I rushed home after sparring to shower and then head out the door to meet up with a buyer downtown.  Ended up having to text this particular buyer to tell them I'd be late.  "I have a bloody nose and need to get tissue", I told him.  Popped into the bathroom at Union Station and then continued on my route to meet up with him.  I had grabbed a tissue to wipe down my arm and my nose but I guess in doing so using a mirror would have done wonders for actually cleaning myself up.  Showed up with some blood smeared across my face.

There was always that look of disbelief and "I don't know how to respond to that" look in people's face whenever I told someone in Korea I was a boxer.  Here in Canada it's different though but today the look on that buyer's face when I told him I was a boxer was the same look I had got for years in Korea.  Turns out it was because of the streak of blood that stretched from my jawline to the top of my nose that sparked that look.  I had worn that streak of blood on my face like it was war paint for a good twenty minutes, great.

No comments: